I owe my dealer a lot of money. For awhile, I was always able to work it off with a little ass rape porn. A couple months ago, however, he cut me off. Said my ass was no longer good enough payment. At least not for the amount of coke I use in a week. I was scoring from his competitor but he cut me off too. It appears I am an old used up whore these days who can no longer score drugs for free. My husband doesn’t give me a big enough allowance to cover my nose candy problem. I am resourceful, however. I placed an ad on Craigslist that I was a MILF whore available for all sorts of photo and film shoots. Nothing was off limits. I got a few nibbles, so I perused the one with the biggest pay out. It appeared to be a gangbang rape porn shoot. Over 100 black men. I’ve fucked plenty of black dudes before, never that many in a day, however. I didn’t have any coke, but they gave me a shot of smack. Never done it before, but they said it would help. It was like I went to another planet. I was not stiff at all. They sure were though. I swallowed as many cocks as I could at a time. My mouth was so full of monster cock that I fucked up the alignment of my teeth. They started cumming pretty quickly down my throat. So much cum, I puked repeatedly. They savagely went for my ass. Hands strangled my throat as they stockpiled their monster cocks in my asshole at once. Pretty sure my ass prolapsed. Another shot of smack, more cocks, more savagery and more cum. I woke up with the money I was promised, bloody, battered and drenched in cum. And a big old smack problem.
Category: Domination phone sex
Ass Rape Porn for Drugs
He kept teasing me…
He called and gave me his info just like the other 10 thousand times he has called. It always declines. After it does I always hear “Goddess Ivy, I just need you to punish me so badly.” And hangs up on me. He always gives me his address, the only thing he never changes. I went there in the middle of the night. Turns out he lives 45 miles away from me.
He was rich, so he had money and I fucking wanted it. I broke in, snuck up to their room. Cracked em both in the head, when they woke up I was covered in blood sitting on the edge of their bed holding their brats teddy bear. They tried to get lose but the razor wire was cutting into their wrists. I started telling his wife how badly he wanted me to punish him, So I am here. I smiled and slid up between his legs, “You are gonna want to watch this honey. I bet your husband is gonna love this cock up his ass.” I shoved the razor studded cock up his ass making him cry and scream a high pitch scream.
“Living out in the middle of the desert with no one around, well that is just inviting to someone like me.” I kissed him on the forehead and moved to his wife. I took her gag out and made him watch as I throat fucked her with the razor studded cock. My pussy is so fucking wet right now.. I wonder how if he can keep his cock hard till I cum ? The sick fuck had a ragging hard on after watching his wife’s throat getting sliced and diced. Such a sick fucker!
Locker room horrors
Mr. Thomas is in his 40’s, married and a gym teacher. Every year he has seen me get beat up, smashed and bullied every day. He found me naked and tied up in the boys shower room. Those fucking bitches stripped me down and wrote all over me. Whore, Slut, Daddy fucker. Fuck me on my ass and I was fucked by 5 boys written on my back . Mr. Thomas was shocked he stood there, staring at me.
He licked his lips and walked over to me. I thought he was going to untie me.. instead he shoved two fingers inside of my pussy. “You are a dirty whore, look at how wet your pussy is.” He smeared my pussy juices all over my face. His hands moved down to my hard nipples. “You stupid slut, I bet your asshole is just as easy to get into.”
I tried to scream when he jammed 2 finger in-side of my asshole but the gag made it sound like a muffle. He pulled his cock out and jammed it in-side of me. Fucking all of my hole till they were bloody and full of his cum.
Gangbang Rape Porn Fantasies
Gangbang rape porn is what they wanted. I just wanted gas. I ran out around midnight last night. I was in a bad part of town because that is where women like me go to score drugs. I used all my money for coke. Thought for sure I had enough gas to get home. Wrong. I called AAA and waited on the hood of my car when a pickup pulled up, I thought maybe it was AAA. It was so dark outside. Wrong again. It was truck full of rednecks. I knew I was in trouble. They were a long way from the cornfields, so I knew they were likely scoring drugs too. Meth heads by the look and smell of them. I tried to be polite and pass on their help with the explanation AAA was on their way. When they got out of the truck, I put some coke up my nose quickly because I knew what was next. They circled me on the hood of my car before they pinned me down. I prayed for AAA to come quickly or another motorist. No such luck. A gang of meth head rednecks force fucked me on the hood my car. They fisted my ass, pissed in my face, punched me and burned me with cigarettes. The coke I did was not enough to wash away the pain. I was a victim of opportunity for them. I’ve learned I am nothing but a vessel for cum and that boys will be boys so I should just accept whatever they want to do to me. I laid on the hood of my car like a dead fish praying it would be over soon. Soon was 5 hours. AAA never showed up. Apparently they don’t come to the neighborhood I was in because it is too dangerous. I had to let my attackers take me home. I guess you can imagine how I had to repay them.
Bondage phone sex
Today I was tied to a chair. Legs spread wide on the arms of it. My pussy was there for the taking. Duck tape across my mouth. I sat there all alone waiting. Watching the door handle for someone to enter. My heart pounded out of my chest when I seen the knob finally turn. It was master. He came In holding his torture bag at this side. He rubbed his hand on my cheek like he wasn’t gonna hurt me. I knew better. He pulled out the big dildo that he had used on me before on the metal table. He didn’t even hesitate to shove it inside me. I tried to scream past the tape. No use of course why do I even bother screaming. I see a taser in his hand. This is new. He walks up and rubs one of my nipples with his fingers making it nice and hard. Then tasered me on my perky peak. I yelped behind the tape. He repeated with my other tit. He makes me sick. I scowl at him and he notices. He takes his knee and hits the huge 2 liter bottle size cock into me hard. Then he punches me in the face. You stupid bitch don’t think for a second I won’t slit your throats and go on about my day. I sob profusely. He rips out the cock. He uses the taser on my clit. It hurts so bad. He holds it there for a long while. I wish he would kill me at times well most the time. He continues to alternate between my tits and my pussy. I’ve stopped screaming it’s just sobs now. His phone rings and he walks off. Who knows how long i’ll end up sitting in this chair like this.
Klismaphilia Domination Phone Sex: What is Your Unusal Fetish?
Domination phone sex is not my thing. I am a submissive whore; however, all my callers and all the men in my life are very much dominant towards me. One particular master is shared with a friend of mine. Masters can have all the slaves they want, however, we can only have one master. He put us together last night for some evil fun. Master has a very unusual fetish called KLISMAPHILIA. Ever hear of it? I had not. After last night, I wish I had never heard of KLISMAPHILIA. It is a fetish for enemas. I had no idea such a fetish even existed. The night began with us giving our master an old fashioned enema. It was one of those Fleet enemas. It was sooooo gross. Dani and I imagined we were ass rape porn stars prepping our co star for an anal torture scene. We felt dominant, but that feeling didn’t last.
Once his bowels started to go, he shit all over us. Explosive shit jet blasted our pretty faces. As if that was not bad enough, we had to lick the shit off his ass. It was everywhere too. I am a submissive slut, so is Dani; but scat play is nothing we enjoy. I have not had an enema since I was a little girl. My daddy always gave them too me. I guess in hindsight, my daddy had KLISMAPHILIA too. Dani and I wanted to barf, but if we puked, he would make us lick it all up. We cleaned his shitty ass up, but that was not enough for him. He forced us to give each other enemas too. There was shit everywhere. So much shit, we looked like mud wrestling lesbians. We are good submissives, so when master ordered us to eat each other ‘s shit boxes, we did it. It was so degrading, but by the time we were done, everyone was clean. We, however, were sick. What strange fetish do you have? Submissive whores are the best at helping you explore your taboo phone sex fetishes.
Ass Rape Porn – Gas Station Restroom
It was really late at night when I found the gas station along the isolated road I’d been traveling. The lights were on, and the place looked relatively clean; there was a man at the counter who appeared to be reading something. I decided to chance it – using a bathroom instead of the woods is always nice. The man behind the counter never once looked up as I walked in, passing everything to hit the restroom. I did my business, taking my time as I always did when I found a restroom along the way. I washed up at the sink, making sure to clean places that the road made sure got nice and gritty in my sweet little skirts. I never heard the door open – I just felt hands press me into the wall, crushing my face into it, as a cock jabbed up hard between my legs. It found its way, first, into my cunt, using the moisture I’d applied only seconds before to slide right in. He rammed into me a few times, making sure I got wet in the process, before pulling that right back out and jamming it into my ass. I screamed, though it was muffled by the wall my face was crammed into. He fucked me for a good while, there in that bathroom in the middle of nowhere. The entire time, my face was pressed into that wall, and when he finished with me, my face had the impressions of the wall itself temporarily tattooed onto it. I fixed myself as best I could and moved along.
Strangulation Phone sex Fantasies
Strangulation phone sex something that gets your dick hard? Apparently my step son has strangulation fantasies I knew nothing about. I was sound asleep last night when I was awaken by cold hands on my throat. I thought it was a joke, but I guess the joke was on me. I looked up and saw my step son’s face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking heavily. He is a very mean drunk. He wanted to fuck me, but I was not high. Plus his dad was in the house. I fought him, but he just kept tightening his grip around my throat. I was choking. I could feel pressure building up in my head and my eyes. I was kicking until I passed out. When I woke up his cock was shoved down my throat and his fist in my ass. As soon as I came too I started struggling again. His fist left my ass and went back on my throat. I clawed at his hands, but he was strong. He has always resented me for marrying his father because I was the mistress. I could feel the rage in his grip. I kept passing out and waking back up with his cock or fist in a fuck hole. I felt helpless. He was getting off on torturing me. I managed to elbow him in the balls and get away. It was momentarily because when I saw my face in the mirror I was horrified. I was blue. Purple veins were popped out in my head. My eyes were blood red. I looked like the Bride of Frankenstein. In my pause, he regained control and was angrier than ever. He bounced me off the wall dizzying me. I slumped to the ground where he violated me repeatedly for hours. He scares me. One of these days he is going to kill me right under his father’s nose.
Ivy’s Haunted Getaway
We met at a bar and they wanted to really be scared. I took them to the scariest place I knew about! The whole way there I was passing out, drinking more and they were groping me. We got there and I ran into the house! I told them if they wanted me they better come find me unless they were chicken shit! They ran in after me into the dark abandoned house. I was in the upstairs bedroom closet. I heard one of them walk in and I jumped out and scared him. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. I was still drunk and as he kissed me I saw him. He had a mans body but a bloody pigs head on top. I screamed and the mocho college boy pissed himself. I started laughing. I pulled out my knife and sliced his achilles tendon. “We haven’t even started yet you bitch!” I whispered into his ear. I got up and kissed that bloody pigs head and kicked that college bitch in the head. We found his friend soon after. I love being the bait. We put hammered hooks into the tops of their feet and hung them upside down. We tortured them, scarred them, burned them and played with their holes. My pig headed friend fucked me as he sliced their throats. Their blood washed over us. Their tortured souls are never going to leave this place. I love adding more to my own personal haunted house!
Castration Phone Sex?
Castration phone sex is so much fun. You would be surprised how many guys are into it. I actually wasn’t surprised because so many losers I know in the real world want junk removal. They are just too scared to do it themselves. Well, that is what they tell me. I think they just say that because it is hotter to have a sick bitch take their nuts for them. I have all the tools of the trade too. In my basement, I have a castration chair. It is actually a refurbished execution chair. I got it at a prison auction. The fact that folks died in that chair turns me on. Creeps my castration victims out, but that is part of the fun for me. I like to tell them ghastly stories about the men sentenced to die for heinous crimes in the very chair I am removing their ball sac on.
A couple nights ago, Lenny paid for my junk removal services. As I had him strapped down in the chair, I told the tale of an infamous serial killer who took his last breath where he was sitting. Poor thing pissed himself. He definitely did not deserve his balls if a little ghost story scared the piss out of him. Testicles are for winners. Too many man think they are entitled to reproduce just because they have balls. Nope. Some men are so stupid it is amazing they remember how to breathe. Not to mention some have such small dicks that the small dick gene should never be passed on. Lenny was one such loser. Two inch dick at best. His balls were huge in comparison. I separated his cock and balls. Used the castration band to cut off the circulation to his balls. Left it on for about an hour while I told him snuff sex horror stories. The longer that band stays on, the easier it is to remove the junk. They practically pulled right off. A nice painful yank and a snip snip with garden shears and he was without balls. In spirit of Halloween, I got a bit gruesome. I used a hot cast iron skillet to stop the bleeding instead of a soldering pen. He kept passing out. But, I would smack him back awake. I still needed the rest of his payment. So who needs my junk removal services?